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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.