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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.