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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Fear,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.