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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.