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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.