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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
The Monks,
The Human League,
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.