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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.