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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.