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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.