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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Nas,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.