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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.