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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.