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 Burundi and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Organ,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.