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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.