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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Can,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.