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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.