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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 New York and Shanghai.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
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.