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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.