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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.