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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.