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 Lebanon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Gong,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.