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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Japan,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.