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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Technova,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.