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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.