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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.