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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.