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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.