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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
cv313,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.