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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.