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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.