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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.