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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
The Victims,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.