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 Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.