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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.