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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.