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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.