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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
PIL,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.