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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Prince Buster 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.