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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.