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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.