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 Sweden and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.