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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Can,
Slave,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.