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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.