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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.