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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Visage,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.