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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.