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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.