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 Ghana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 guitar 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.