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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.