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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.