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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.