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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.