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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
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.