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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Organ,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.