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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.