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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.