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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.