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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.