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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.