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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.