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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.