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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.