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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.