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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.