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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Visage,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.