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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.