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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Index,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.