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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.