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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.