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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Leaves to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.