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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Five Americans to the techno 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.