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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.