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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.