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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.