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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.