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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.