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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.