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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Smog,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.