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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Hashim to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.