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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.