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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.