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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.