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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 The Cowsills to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Smog,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.