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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.