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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.