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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.