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 Angola and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.