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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.