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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Faust,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.