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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.