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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wire to the rap 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
The Residents,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.