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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Television,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.