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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.