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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.