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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pole to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.