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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.