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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.