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 Senegal and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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?
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Ten City,
Gong,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.