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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.