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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.