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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.