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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.