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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.