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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.