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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
the Normal,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.