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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.