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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.