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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Franke to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.