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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Index,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.