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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.