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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
New Order,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.