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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Whodini,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.