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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.