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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.