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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.