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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
The Leaves,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.