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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.