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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.