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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.