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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Television,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.