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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.