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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Brick,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.