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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 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 David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.