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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.