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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.