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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
The Victims,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.