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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.