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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
June Days,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
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Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.