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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.