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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.