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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Whodini 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.