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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.