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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.