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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.