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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.