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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
the Association,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.