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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Organ,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.