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 Oman and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.