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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.