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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.