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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.