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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Lyres,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.