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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.