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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The Count Five to the jazz 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.