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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.