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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.