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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.