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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.