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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.