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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.