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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Interpol to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.