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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.