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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.