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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.