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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.