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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.