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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deakin to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.