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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.