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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Mars,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.