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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.