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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
MDC,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
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.