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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.