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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.