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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.