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 Nauru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.