Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.