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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Skarface to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.