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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.