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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.