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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.