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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.