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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.