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 Gambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Vogues 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.