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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.