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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.