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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.