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 Albania and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.