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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cure 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.