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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.