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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.