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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.