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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
June Days,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.