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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Slave,
Gong,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.