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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.