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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 48th St. Collective 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.