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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
JFA,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.