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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Unwound,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.