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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.