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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.