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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Wings to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.