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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.