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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.