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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.