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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.