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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
UT,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.