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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.