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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.