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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.