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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
New Order,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.