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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Smiths to the techno 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.