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 Australia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.