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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.