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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.