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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.