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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Saints to the jazz 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.