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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.