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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.