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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Josef K to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.