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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Television,
June Days,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.