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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Magma,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.