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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.