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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.