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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.