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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.