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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.