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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.