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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.