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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.