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 Cambodia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a sitar 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.