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 Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.