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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.