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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Outsiders to the grime 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.