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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.