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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Japan,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.