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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.