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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.