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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Japan,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.