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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.