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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.