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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.