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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.