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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.