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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.