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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
MC5,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
the Slits,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.