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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.