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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.