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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.