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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.