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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.