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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.