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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.