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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.