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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
The Saints,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.