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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.