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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.