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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.