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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Can,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.