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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
ABC,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.