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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.