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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.