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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.