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 Somalia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.