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 Cuba and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.