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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.