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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.