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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.