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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Index,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.