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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.