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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.