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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.