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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
X-102,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.