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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.