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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultra Naté to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.