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 Comoros and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.