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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
June Days,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Index,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.