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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.