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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
The Sound,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.