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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.