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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.