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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe 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 rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.