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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.