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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.