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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
June Days,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.