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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Television,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.