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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.