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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.