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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
World's Most,
Inner City,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.