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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Television,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.