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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.