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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.