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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Gong,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.