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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Saints to the grunge 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.