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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.