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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Q65,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.