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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.