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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.