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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.