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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Moebius,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.