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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.