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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Invisible to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Gong,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.