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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pop Group to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.