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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.