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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Martian,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.