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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.