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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.