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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.