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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.