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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.