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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
UT,
New Order,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.