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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.