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 Samoa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.