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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.