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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the dance 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.