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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 David Axelrod 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.