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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.