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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.