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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Wire to the crunk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.