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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Brick,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.