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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.