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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.