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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.