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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.