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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.