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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.