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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Television,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.