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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.