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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Aswad,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.