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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Visage,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.