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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.