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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.