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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.