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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Franke,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.