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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Qualms to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.