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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.