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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.