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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Pylon 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.