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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Magma,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.