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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.