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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
John Cale,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.