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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.