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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.