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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.