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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.