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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.