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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.