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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Q65,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.