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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Roxette,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.