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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Smog,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.