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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 the Association to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.