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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.