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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Shoche,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.