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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.