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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.