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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.