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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.