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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Anakelly,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.