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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.