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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.