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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.