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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
The Names,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.