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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
June Days,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.