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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.