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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.