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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Index,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Pole,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.