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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.