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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.