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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.