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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
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.