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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Ultravox,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.