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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Can,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.