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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.