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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Cale to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.