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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fear to the rap 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.