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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 the Slits to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.