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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.