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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Sparks,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.