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 Sudan and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.