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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.