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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.