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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.