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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.