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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
The Residents,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.