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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.