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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 marimba and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.