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 Canada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.