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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.