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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Swans,
Nico,
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.