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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Brick,
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.