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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.