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 Moldova and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.