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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.