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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.