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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monks to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.