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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.