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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.