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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Japan,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.