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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.