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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
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.