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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.