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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
PIL,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.