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 Canada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.