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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.