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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Monks,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.