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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.