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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.