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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.