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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.