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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Rekid,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.