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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.