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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.