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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.