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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.