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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Section 25,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Brick,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.