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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.