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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.