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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stooges to the punk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks 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,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.