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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.