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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 a snare and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.