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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.