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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Invisible to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
The Names,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.