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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Television,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Moebius,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.