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 Bahrain 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.