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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Kinks to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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?
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.