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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 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 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
John Cale,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.