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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
ABC,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.