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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Monks,
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.