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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.