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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Index,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.