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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
MDC,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.