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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.