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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.