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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.