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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.