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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
PIL,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.