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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.