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 Australia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.