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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Icehouse 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.