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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
The Victims,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.