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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.