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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie 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?
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.