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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Mars,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.