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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Wire,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.