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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Magazine,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.