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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.