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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.