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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Nas,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.