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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Wings,
Adolescents,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.