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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Slave,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.