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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.