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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.