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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.