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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Gong,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.