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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.