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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.