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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Scion,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.