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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.