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 India and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.