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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.