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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Smog,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.