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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Roxette,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.