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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.