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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.