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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.