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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.