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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the funk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.