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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Japan,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.