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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.