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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
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.