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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.