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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.