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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.