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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.