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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.