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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.