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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.