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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.