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 Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.