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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.