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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.