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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.