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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.