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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.