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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.