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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.