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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
June Days,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.