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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.