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 Costa Rica 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.