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 Bahrain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.