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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.