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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.