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 Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire 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 dance 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 synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Wings,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.