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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.