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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.