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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.