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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Second Layer 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
This Heat,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.