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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 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?
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.