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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.