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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Martian to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Gories 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 grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.