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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.