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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.