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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Lower 48,
The Index,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.