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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 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?
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Monks,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.