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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.