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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.