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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
MDC,
10cc,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.