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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.