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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.