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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the grime 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.