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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Last Poets to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Scion,
Whodini,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.