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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
10cc,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.