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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.