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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Kayak,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.