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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.