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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.