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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.