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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.