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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.