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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.