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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 güiro 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.