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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.