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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.