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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
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.